Post by Kit on Dec 19, 2006 20:40:13 GMT -5
Name: Monique (Means ‘Advisor’)
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Springs
Rank: Loner
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: Completely white, pink inside of her ears, light blue eyes. She is thinner than most wolves, but not a thin that she doesn’t eat much, a thin that she had lived with her life
History: Thunder boomed over the land, lightning cracked in the sky, setting trees on fire. Shrill screams were sent bounding through the storm, and then the screams were silent.
“You two run out to the west, and stay there.”
A white wolf said, ushering a male a female pup out of a den. The female was young, most probably just weaned. In the distance, the fire was unnoticeable; it blended in with the sunset. But every so often, sharp cracks were heard. The pups left, afraid for both of their lives, and their packs lives. The female desperately wanted to run back for her mothers comfort, but her brother was running behind her, and if she tried he would stop her. She knew he would. “Sto. . .Stop.” Panted the male. “Sabastian, but-“ The female started, but was interrupted. “Monique, we can stop!” Sabastain said, slightly annoyed. Monique wanted to keep on running. She wanted to run until she couldn’t run anymore. She could still run. . .
Night had set in, and the pups only cover was dirt. Yes, dirt. They had dug into a bank, and could only fit one of them in at a time, so they were taking turns. It was Monique’s turn, and just as she scrambled out of the makeshift den, the worst of worst happened. Rain. The pups glanced at each other, and Sabastian slowly walked toward the den, the dirt slowly turning to mud. They both had the same thing in mind- Would they ever see anyone from their pack again? They weren’t sure, and would never know.
Sabastian was asleep. Monique knew it was her turn, but didn’t want to disturb him. Besides, she had a thought in her mind. Sabastian and her defiantly wouldn’t ever find their mother again, let alone any pack member, but could they separate? The thought was suicide. Sabastian was older then she was, he was from a different litter. He could hunt. She couldn’t. But. . .
Monique decided to leave.
As soon as she left, surprisingly, coyotes took her in, and taught her basic skills. After perfecting them all, Monique was able to live on her own. By this time she had been a year and a half.
Personality: Introspective; Sensitive; Reflective
Monique comes to grips more frequently and thoroughly with herself and her environment than do most wolves. She detest superficiality; she'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk. But her relationships with her friends are very strong, which gives her the inner tranquility and harmony that she requires. She does not mind being alone for extended periods of time; she rarely becomes bored.
Friends: None at moment
Enemies: Huigth
Admires: Life itself
Fears: Death, fighting, fire
Picture(opt.): i120.photobucket.com/albums/o183/Uniquesmoi/_Minty_Wolf__by_xXMintXx.jpg
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Springs
Rank: Loner
Mate: None
Pups: None
Description: Completely white, pink inside of her ears, light blue eyes. She is thinner than most wolves, but not a thin that she doesn’t eat much, a thin that she had lived with her life
History: Thunder boomed over the land, lightning cracked in the sky, setting trees on fire. Shrill screams were sent bounding through the storm, and then the screams were silent.
“You two run out to the west, and stay there.”
A white wolf said, ushering a male a female pup out of a den. The female was young, most probably just weaned. In the distance, the fire was unnoticeable; it blended in with the sunset. But every so often, sharp cracks were heard. The pups left, afraid for both of their lives, and their packs lives. The female desperately wanted to run back for her mothers comfort, but her brother was running behind her, and if she tried he would stop her. She knew he would. “Sto. . .Stop.” Panted the male. “Sabastian, but-“ The female started, but was interrupted. “Monique, we can stop!” Sabastain said, slightly annoyed. Monique wanted to keep on running. She wanted to run until she couldn’t run anymore. She could still run. . .
Night had set in, and the pups only cover was dirt. Yes, dirt. They had dug into a bank, and could only fit one of them in at a time, so they were taking turns. It was Monique’s turn, and just as she scrambled out of the makeshift den, the worst of worst happened. Rain. The pups glanced at each other, and Sabastian slowly walked toward the den, the dirt slowly turning to mud. They both had the same thing in mind- Would they ever see anyone from their pack again? They weren’t sure, and would never know.
Sabastian was asleep. Monique knew it was her turn, but didn’t want to disturb him. Besides, she had a thought in her mind. Sabastian and her defiantly wouldn’t ever find their mother again, let alone any pack member, but could they separate? The thought was suicide. Sabastian was older then she was, he was from a different litter. He could hunt. She couldn’t. But. . .
Monique decided to leave.
As soon as she left, surprisingly, coyotes took her in, and taught her basic skills. After perfecting them all, Monique was able to live on her own. By this time she had been a year and a half.
Personality: Introspective; Sensitive; Reflective
Monique comes to grips more frequently and thoroughly with herself and her environment than do most wolves. She detest superficiality; she'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk. But her relationships with her friends are very strong, which gives her the inner tranquility and harmony that she requires. She does not mind being alone for extended periods of time; she rarely becomes bored.
Friends: None at moment
Enemies: Huigth
Admires: Life itself
Fears: Death, fighting, fire
Picture(opt.): i120.photobucket.com/albums/o183/Uniquesmoi/_Minty_Wolf__by_xXMintXx.jpg